When the last note flowed from the youth's lips, the young gentleman in the green robe took out the jade flute from his waist, skillfully spun it and placed it to his lips. The long, ethereal sound of the flute gently flowed...
The young gentleman in the green robe held the jade flute, his peach blossom eyes slightly lowered. The breeze lifted his long hair, and when he turned his head to look at the youth, the slightly parted lips swallowed the words in his throat, making people's hearts ache for no apparent reason.
The young man in the black robe held a long sword. His star-like eyes were indifferent, as if everything was irrelevant to him. But when he lowered his gaze to the long sword in his hand, the starry eyes shimmered, the coldness in his brows and eyes gradually softened, and a gentle tenderness flowed in his deep pupils.
At that moment, it matched the lyrics of the song—
No matter the enmity that fills the world, the rivers and mountains are like paintings.
